Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Her first series was a semi-traditional look at sexy gigs found online. She has now ventured into the exciting M/M world of gay erotica. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at www.ariagracebooks.com.

Book 3 of the More Than Friends Series. Can be read in sequence or as a standalone. (Book #1 is free)

Steve is living in Portland with many regrets. He has alienated the people he cares most about by making bad choices that continue to haunt him. When he meets a kid that's in a bad relationship and needs some help, Steve reluctantly offers it, knowing it's his chance to redeem himself. What he doesn't expect is to find happiness. It's there, all he has to do it choose to accept it.

For mature readers.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay fiction, M/M Romance

Excerpt:

I don’t mean to do it and I know it’s a mistake—a huge mistake—but I find myself taking brisk strides down the long road the two men always take. I don’t know if they’ve turned or entered a building but I keep walking straight ahead. I would have missed them completely if I didn’t hear the squeak of his voice as my sweet ducky was yanked into the elevator of a doorman building.

Not even thinking about the assault charges I’m walking toward, I yank open the glass door and head toward the elevator. A behemoth of a security guard steps in front of me as I’m watching the numbers change on the display above the doors.

“Can I help you, sir?” I’m a big guy at six three and two thirty but this guy makes me feel like a light weight.

The lights stop on eight. They’re going to the eighth floor. The penthouse. Good to know. “I’m just here to visit a friend.”

I reach for the up arrow behind him.

“I’m sorry, sir, but all guests have to be announced. Who are you here to see?” He pulls up a tablet and waits for me to respond.

The prick on eight. “Actually, I can’t remember his name. We just met but he left his phone in my office. I’ll just run it up to the eighth floor.”

Pushing a few buttons on his tablet, the guard holds out his hand. “I’ll see that it gets to its owner.”

“Thanks but I’ll be seeing him tomorrow so I’ll just wait.”

I turn tail and walk out. That kid better not have another fucking bruise when I see him next.